a soviet defector and a test tube baby walk into a bar

[did_unkindly]

Jack is really looking forward to getting out of here.

Maybe he'll visit his parents. The farm seems like a beautiful dream compared to the broken, bloody awfulness of Medical Pavilion. He's pretty sure he never walked around in fear of drowning any second back in Kansas. Nobody tried to put hooks in his liver at all. It was nice!

He sits behind a reception desk, shaking. He knows he's got to push forward, he's going to keep pushing forward, but... give him a moment, okay? He's just been swarmed by splicers; he's found out that he has to detour around and find some kind of mad doctor just to reach Atlas's submarine. Boy. That's going to be... great. He's going to die, isn't he.

So he's regrouping behind this reception desk -- the receptionist's still here, give or take some of her head -- with the wrench in one hand and a creme cake in the other.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

Breathe, Jack. It's aaaaall gonna be okay.

Probably. Maybe.

Index, Why Not?
Scene One: He Blinded Me With Science ~or~ Stop Giving Yourself Brain Damage, Asshole
Scene Two: Telekinosis ~or~ Been Around Rapture And I, I, I, I Can't Find My Baby
Scene Three: All I Wanna Do Is [Bang Bang Bang Bang] And [Big Daddy Noise] And Take Your ADAM

Comments

[did_unkindly]

"I don't need to know what they were doing, though," says Jack. I mean no offence he's sure it's all very interesting gossip but he's vaguely on the clock here.

"I just want to go home. And Atlas has a submarine."

[krasotamozga]

"I mean they may have set traps." A step. "Diversions." Another. "Things to lead you off your path."

And when he looks back at Jack, his face is dark. "You're far from the only one who wants that submarine. And if I find Sasha before you reach this place... perhaps we can all get out together."